homocide

casper

lesson number one: i'm fresher than all mcs combined

number two: your shit's doubtful like surviving in a field full of mines

damn right

walk up in your venue passively millenium vietnam

during the last time at your high school prom

freshman hunting season take him rather the broadcast

get your smart ass off

swallin' a gallon of car gas

my car smashed a tree

her rover landed in mud

imagine this

i wrote this lyrics with the last drips of my blood

there is something drooling under the bed

grabbing for legs

bloodshed

it's going down baby

the comic wallpapers now blood red

it's sunset - a lounge surrounded by nymphomaniac lesbians

act a fool

clap around

get crazy

drunk to the fest again

act a fool mo'fucker - get skin-stripped alive

a hydra beast compared to me is like a cake versus a knife

never try to teach your pitbull new tricks

i get psyched up like kubrick whoop your ass like kung-fu-flicks

slip your throat

slit your wrist

kill your wife

bumping this

and your life follows it

this is it: homocide

slip your throat

slit your wrist

let your kids bumping this

and your life follows it

this is it: homocide

h-o-m-o-c-i-d-e

h-o-m-o-c-i-d-e

never seem to win less hits in a trailblazer

written in sages

rap so sharp i piss razors

alright

bitch

take one

get one free

my style's unlimited like eckowear

hot like beyonce

join the hardest pool contest anyday

i led a porn with midgets

nonsense

but cool anyway

non-metaphorical strictly in your face shit -

the composition which i blasted

tasted like blood

divine intervention

intentions that killed humanity

the h bomb was my invention

clumsy enter the house

left a segment

don't know why it always seemed to get in fights with pregnant women

steady sitting

celebrate partys on jewish graveyards

save for funerals to die for my shit like braveheart

slip your throat

slit your wrist

kill your wife

bumping this

and your life follows it

this is it: homocide

slip your throat

slit your wrist

let your kids bumping this

and your life follows it

this is it: homocide

known criminal in dark years

one hundred thirty three

murder me and certainly return for facial surgery

tracks like shotgun

blow your brain and spurt all over

too much soda

run over rap like a bulldozer

never stop talking

worse than a bartender

propaganda dressed up as a mall santa

pretend a heart attack-fake

then blow shit up with a fake device

devilish evil

for sex i get beat up by naked dikes

hitchhike

forbid a rhyme

cause silence

snuck into a police bus

slit his throat and stole his driver's license